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Everybody's got their demons
Even wide awake or dreaming
I'm the one who ends up leaving
Make it okay
See a war I wanna fight it
See a match I wanna strike it
Every fire I've ignited
Faded to grey
But now that I'm broken
Now that you know it
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?

Justice:

When Jake and I get back to his house, I head up to Rachel's room to do my homework. I need a break from the supernatural world for a while.

I can't believe how self-centered Bella is. She doesn't realize that everything she does affects the rest of us. Whenever she tries to "help" or "protect" Jake, it only makes my life worse.

There's a knock on the door of Rachel's room, "JJ, please talk to me." Jake says gently.

I ignore him. I need a break. I pull on some cotton shorts and a loose fitting under armor tshirt. Then I pull out my physics book and start the lesson that was assigned. It's hard to believe that it's only Monday. So much has happen today.

A few hours later, around nine o'clock, Jake knocks on the door again, "JJ, I'm coming in. You need to eat."

I get off of the bed and open the door. Silently, I grab the plate of food from his hands, not looking at in his eyes, and go back in the room.

"How's physics going?" Jake asks, trying to get me to talk to him.

"It's fine." I shrug.

"I didn't understand number eleven. Can you help me?" He asks.

I know what he's doing. He just wants me to talk to him, get my mind off of what happen at the Cullen's this afternoon.

"Sure."

After I finish explaining it to him, I lay back on the bed. Jake lays down next me, staring at me.

"What Jake?" I ask after a few moments.

"You're just beautiful." He smiles, "and the bump on your head has gone down."

"That's good." I shrug and pull the covers down on my side of the bed, crawling in.

Jake pulls the covers down on his side but I try to stop him, "No Jake, I want to be alone tonight."

He responds, not missing a beat, "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this."

I look at him, "What do you mean 'like this'?" I snap.

"You're in a weird mood. You're upset. I don't want to leave you alone. Let me help you." He explains.

Now I'm pissed, "So I can't have a bad day? That's what you're saying right? Today sucked and I just want to be alone to get over it! Whenever something bad happens, you automatically assume the worst! I'm not going to hurt myself, I just need space!" I rant. I'm tired of being micromanaged.